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Satish Verma, 7 december 2022

Time Holds Me Clean

A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―

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both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.

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I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.

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Renato N. Mascardo, 5 december 2022

holding on

life is
a game for fools
you win some you lose much
and you keep coming back daring
for more

losing
your wholeness your
silent partner your health
feels like your lover scudding off
from you

you feel
nothing at first
before the ache begins
to engulf you in a maelstrom
of bile

for your
loss you blame so
many her him it self
in the end you know that life is
a game

steadfast
patient you hold
on to your core for no
body else can hold on as well
but you

after
the loss after
the grief time to fight back
to cherish to enjoy to wait
dauntless

without
funk without joy
without pain without bliss
you don’t have life the ultimate
gamble//

renato
sunday 04 december 2022

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Satish Verma, 5 december 2022

Brief Answer

One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father―

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the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?

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I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.

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Satish Verma, 3 december 2022

Beginning From End

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―

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coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?

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Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?

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Satish Verma, 2 december 2022

Three Abstracts

Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.

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Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.

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Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?

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Satish Verma, 1 december 2022

Sides Of The Truth

How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?

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The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.

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Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.

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Satish Verma, 30 november 2022

Marvelous Stings

Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.

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Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.

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Still virgin's book was
untouched― unopened
to redeem the words!

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Satish Verma, 29 november 2022

Baby's Steps

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

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Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

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Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

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Satish Verma, 28 november 2022

Relics Of Words

An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.

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The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.

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Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.

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Satish Verma, 27 november 2022

Blade Of Temper

That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.

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It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.

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Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.

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Time Holds Me Clean

PARAPHRASING ADELE

Brief Answer

Beginning From End

Three Abstracts

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Blade Of Temper

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